.Garima: soch lijiye pori raat bhi jagna pad sakta hai..Main: humari pyari saali sahiba ke liye kuch bhi manzoor hai..Garima: kuch bhi??Pakka?Main: ji...bilkul miss garima…Garima: to pyare jiju..Apki garima ko aaj pyaas lagi hai aur use kuch garam chahiya. (itna kehkar wo mere kamre mein ghus gai.)Usne wo newspaper liya aur anjan bante hue sofe pe baith gayi.Garima: baitho jiju kuch taazi garam khabrein padte hain..Main:garam to hongi par taazi nahi hain..Garima ne jaise hi paper khola dher saara. "Did your sister tell you anything about me?" she asked."Stepsister," I corrected her as she pulled it up and over my head, tossing it along side where her bra was now laying."Whatever," she grinned back at me, now fumbling with the belt buckle and zipper on my jeans. "So did she?"I looked up wondering if Kris was around looking at us, but didn't see her as Michelle managed to get my pants undone. But before I could answer her question, she'd ducked beneath the water in an effort to pull them. Very soon in the game, I realized that it was not a contest onmy own terms - with a fixed set of rules defined at the very beginning -when they changed the title to the "best wife contest". I didn't protestthough, the closer to Marla's home turf, the better, I though. In fact, itwas Stephanie who protested to the new name, on the grounds that shewasn't married, and thus technically not a wife. The change wasn't in namealone, as it turned out, and the competition events took on more and. It was fitting thatJulian zipped me into it my skirt. He insisted on doing a selfie of usboth, him in full drag (dressed as a French Maid), me in a skirt for thefirst time in my life...I then stepped into the heels. I wobbled a bit to start with and I wouldimagine that from the dazed look on my face I must have looked like achild who had been spanked too hard. I would have looked disorientatedas here I was dressed as a woman for the first time I in my life. Insuch a context where previously.